11051/Coils of the Serpent

Coils of the Serpent
Date of Scene:	12 February 2020
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Riana and Samuel fight Bikers
Cast of Characters:	Tombstone, Wild Rose, Samuel Morgan

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Tombstone has posed:
Bushwick had always been a drug dealing hub in Brooklynn, the Hook epidemic being the most recent example. Recently however, a new drug called Snake's Bite was circulating in the area. Snake's Bite, which is ingested, is a hallucinogen know for it's sour "bite" and it's long-term effects, which could last up to 9 hours. It was created and distributed by the Sons of Apep, a vicious Motorcycle Gang who had a chapter here in NYC. The MC was known to be very vicious and ruthless towards their foes and were rumored to be into worship of Apep, the Chaotic Snake god from Egyptian Myth.

What was known to those invovled in the Underworld however was that the MYC Chapter had recently joined forces with Tombstone, a ruthless drug lord out of Harlem. It was rumored that the bikers were in Bushwick under Tombstone's direct orders, as Tombstone viewd it as a "important market". You, of course, probably don't know the full extent of the Snake Bite problem and are curently walking down a Bushwick Street past the entrance to a Biker Bar. Outside of it were a group of six men hanging around Harley-Davidson Motorcycles. Each of them had at least one tattoo of a snake somewhere on their body.

Wild Rose has posed:
     It was a good night for a walk. Perhaps she had been seeking a home for a new dojo just a little too far from home. Either way, a red-headed woman of slightly smaller stature was out to enjoy the chilly evening, leaving from Rockman's Apartments, clad in a dark green hoodie, jeans, and black sneakers on against the chill. Her grip on what appeared at first to be a walking staff was easy, the tap-tap-tap of wood on the pavement marking her progress as she strode along with an air of restrained strength. The icy fingers of winter brought a rosy glow to her face, though even that did not help reduce the prominence of her freckles. Her sage green eyes glittered in the light of a street lamp as she paused, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out on a long sigh.

     Searching the immediate area around her, nothing so far looked promising, but then again, the search had not yet begun in earnest....

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Coming back from a shift at Club Evolution, Bean is minding his own business, walking down the street. Normally he'd take a bus closer to the club, but tonight he's feeling like a bit of a walk before heading home. This, it just so happens, takes him past a bar with some rather shady (even for Bushwick!) characters hanging around outside. For a brief moment his eyes swivel that way, and they take in all the detail he needs.

    Motorcycle gang.

    A list of pertinent facts comes to mind almost unbidden, drilled into him over several years of operational training. Good place to look for weapons. Likely to defend territory with ferocity rather than tactics. Generally intoxicated. Generally good source of fast vehicles and narcotics to be converted into cash. Easily provoked, weak against insults, will fight for sense of perceived honor and physical marks of success. Average expected OpFor twelve to twenty. Low-Medium threat.

    For all those reasons, Bean keeps walking, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

Tombstone has posed:
The biker's seem to be chatting with each other, with the ocassional laugh interuppting the chatter. Suddenly, a obviouslu mutant teenager walks up to the biker's and start to chat with them as well. After what looked like a very casual chat between the teen and the lead biker, a tall, muscular man with tattoos all over his body, the lead biker reaches into his vest pocket. He pulls out what appears to be a sheet of green paper and hands it over to the teen. The teen nods and walks off and then rips off a piece of paper and places it in his mouth, a possible sign of the paper being more than meets the eyes

Wild Rose has posed:
     Stepping back from the cone of light cast by the street lamp, Riana melted into the shadows to observe the exchange. She shook her head in dismay and disgust, leaning on her staff. Damn it all to hell! It was bad enough when drugs were pushed on adults, but on a kid? This was intolerable.

     She took a moment to size up the group of bikers and the situation at hand. Six of them present, but that did not mean others were not inside, and potentially armed with blades or small firearms. All in all, a very rough-looking bunch.

     She had faced worse. However, it would also be foolish to outwardly provoke them. She takes advantage of the difference in light to move a little bit closer, to observe and see what else came of the evening.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Aaaand, that's one interaction that gives Bean more information. Lead biker holds the product, other bikers stand as guards, meaning there is most likely another someone close by that's acting as the bagman, potentially the actual dealer. Useful information, but nothing that requires an immediate intervention. After imprinting the details of the bikers in his memory, the teenager walks on, his eyes already on someone else that might turn out to be a threat. People lurking just outside the pool of light from a street lamp were rarely up to any good.

    He's also utterly convinced that is /not/ a walking stick. But does that make the figure a vigilante or an enforcer for the gang?

Tombstone has posed:
The lead biker, after handing the teen the paper, turns back to his crew and hands them the stack of paper. As the men continued to chat, they were ocassionaly interuppted by more junkies, who were comprised mostly of ragged looking adults, but also a few teens.

Suddenly, a hefty looking man wearing sunglasses and a hawaiian shirt walks up and starts to chat with the men. It seemed like the deal was going well and the man was about to get his paper. Suddenly, the men start argueing. Suddenly, a bald, hispanic biker knocks over the fat man and starts to beat him up, being joined by the rest. At that moment, a teenager wearing a white t-shirt and cargo shorts suddenly rushes up from the shadows and tries to intervene, only to be floored by a punch from one of the angry bikers, who begins to kick him while he is down.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Now that was more than Riana was willing to stand by and simply watch. There is no tapping of her staff on the ground to mark her path as she breaks into a run towards the bikers. There is no sound but the soft thudding of her sneakers on the pavement. Each breath is careful and measured, no movement wasted to bring her over to where the fat man and the teen were being accosted.

     There was no warning, as seemingly from the shadows, a red-headed guardian neatly slips between the bikers and their intended targets. She is actually a little bit shorter than the teen, at only 5' 5". Even with her staff, she did not outwardly appear a threat. However, her grip upon it was practiced and relaxed, ready for battle.

     "Now, was that really called for?" Her voice is quiet, deadly, and with a hint of a Boston area accent. Her eyes narrow as she stares down each biker in turn.

     Let the games begin.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Observation is always the key to victory. Find out your enemy's routine, their weak points, the routes they - and they've just begun beating up a client. /And/ what may be his kid. Right. Some things even Bean can't ignore. At least it answers one question... the woman with the Bo staff is not their enforcer. Excellent.

    Bean doesn't bother with speeches or theatrics, simply walks across the street from one pool of light to the next, towards the bikers. Until he stands just behind and to the right of Riana, hood shadowing his face, hands still in the pockets of his hoodie. Just stands there. Oozing menace.

    The nearby street lights go out.

Tombstone has posed:
The biker's stop when the two strangers step between the victims and them. The lead biker scoffs at the woman and says," Bastard tried to short-change us. He deserves it. Now beat it before i hurt you!" When it is obvious that you two wern't cooperating, the lead biker starts chcukling and walking up to you, knuckles cracking. Suddenly, the street lights go out. The lead biker swears and blindly swings towards where he thinks Riana is

Wild Rose has posed:
     There is simply no warning whatsoever. As the wild punch is thrown Riana's way, her staff sweeps to the side, with the sickening thwack of wood on flesh, deflecting the blow. Immediately following, she aims a low roundhouse kick at the biker's kidneys, in a bid to drop him quickly to the ground. "Back off. NOW." She was far from blind to the presence of the teen behind her, his breath quiet to most, but to her ears, clear as day. Was he friend or foe? It didn't matter. He was a kid, and she could not--would not--let harm come to him.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The main advantage of having a hood shading your eyes is that they recover vision a lot sooner when the lights suddenly go out. To his night-adjusted eyes, there is plenty of light to see by, more so because he wasn't just blinded by a street lamp. In a split second, he sees the Bo staff come round to deflect the punch, and that is all he needs to know.

    This woman can handle herself for now.

    In a move that would be utterly foolish and therefore hopefully unexpected, he rushes one of the bikers in the back, opening up with a flying punch to the neck. His is a fist that doesn't feel like it belongs on a teenager, calloused and hardened, delivered at a force that belies his slight frame.

    Although the street lights remain off, the Harley's headlights suddenly turn on.

Tombstone has posed:
The lead biker cries out in pain as his hand is hit by the bo, and suddenly goes quiet as he is roundhouse kicked in the kidneys. Bean manages to punch the guy in the throat, the sounds of gugrgling echoing across the darkness as he did. Suddenly, the Harley's headlights go on, somewhat lighting the area. One of the biker's charges at Sam, while weilding a pocket-knife while another targets Ri with a tire iron

Wild Rose has posed:
     Almost immediately, Riana drops into a crouch, spinning about in a low sweep kick. Her foot darts out, aimed at the ankle of the biker charging her with the tire iron as she spins, both hands on the ground. As she spins out of the kick, the foot that had swept outwards becomes her support, allowing her to rise back up into a back stance, staff held at the ready.

     The gurgling sound is impossible for her to ignore, the sheer ferocity of the hooded teen's attack surprising, to say the least. Her brows loft, and she makes a small "Hmm." of appreciation.

     This kid could handle himself. Perhaps she had an ally in the fight after all.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    As the biker is trying to breathe, a sweeping kick to the back of his knees intends to lay him flat. Bean is relatively certain that gravity will do the rest of the work for him, although he keeps his first victim on the mental 'maybe' list... a target that's down but not necessarily out. The kick doesn't stop at the knee, his leg carries on so he can step forwards and, seeing the man charging him with... a pocket knife? Really?... seeing the man charge him with an eating utensil, sidestep and twist his torso to evade the expected underarm stab.

    Left hand reaches for his attacker's wrist, right arm comes up in a sudden, savage blow just behind the elbow, aiming to snap the joint and using the leverage to spin the man head over heels using his own momentum.

    On one of the Harleys, the radio starts to play.

Tombstone has posed:
As contry music blares from the Harley, Ri sends his man sprawling to the ground with her ankle attack, leaving him clutching his ankle crying in pain. As yhr gurgling man is taken down, Sam manages to snap the other man's arm, causing him to scream in pain as he grips his arm. The final two bikers glare angrily and rush at Ri at the same time.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Damn. Two at once? Really? Riana simply drops her staff and awaits their attack. When they rush her, both hands dart out to grab each biker by the collar of their shirt and....

     ...she simply hauls both of them up into the air, without so much as a by-your-leave.

     Shaking her head, she watches as they flail about and kick with their feet, holding them out at arm's length as if they were no more than a sack of feathers. "I suggest you take your drug deals and leave this neighborhood. NOW. Understood?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    What happens to the man with the broken arm is, perhaps, a tad unkind, even to drug dealing bikers. Certainly nobody deserves to have one hand grab that flailing arm, another reach for the shoulder and give it a /push/, propelling the biker face first into the pavement with an added dislocated shoulder for his trouble. When it's obvious that this man is not getting back up, Bean wonders what happened to the others... seeing them hanging from their collars as if they weigh nothing.

    Right then. Things to keep in mind, ally appears to be stronger than she looks.

    He doesn't utter threats, doesn't bother with a demand, he walks over to the lead biker, puts on a pair of gloves, and starts going through his vest. For the sheets of drugs and a lighter.

Tombstone has posed:
The biker's start struggling and swearing, but not breaking free. After a while, they both nod and the one with the sheet does not even argue when Sam reaches into his pocket and takes both his lighter and sheet of drugs. Once put down, the two rush onto their bikes and drive off.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Riana just brushes her hands off on her jeans as she tosses the bikers to the ground, as if she couldn't get their grime off of her skin fast enough. A nod of appreciation is given to the young man for his disposition of the drugs, and a very small smile. She keeps a wary eye on the bikers as they leave, only then bending to retrieve her staff. It looks to be of plain pine, or perhaps oak, with Celtic knotwork burned in a simple yet elegant band of decoration around each end of the staff.

     "You going to be okay, kid?" she asks Samuel. It was perhaps a pointless question, given how well he handled himself in the fight. She had underestimated this one. That would not be a mistake she would make again.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is still no word from Bean, not a single sound aside from his boots crunching on the pavement. With elaborate care, stepping over the groaning bikers he left on the ground, he approaches the remaining bikes. He looks at them at some length. Then, hood still shading his face, he turns to the supine leader.

    "Which one's yours?"

    Having now broken his silence, he looks over to Riana and nods to the bikes. "Can you drive one of these?"

Tombstone has posed:
The biker sneers at you for a moment, before heistantly pointing at a Harley that has been pointed green with a green cobra painted around the sides..

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana shakes her head at Samuel. "Never learned, but I'd like to." She glances at the bikes, the bikers, and Samuel, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards, and one brow arching. "Which one of those seems good for a beginner?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Any one you don't have to pay for." Bean's reply makes it abundantly clear what he's intending, or so it would seem. "I'm pretty sure any of these fine gentlemen will be happy to part with their keys. And any keepsakes you might want to collect on the way." It's not as if the drug dealers are going to complain to the police, after all.

    But even if the tattooed biker offers the keys to the green bike, he's not taking them. Instead, he very deliberately starts to unscrew the cap of the gas tank. No, surely he wouldn't? Yes, yes he absolutely would.

    "Consider this my only warning." His face is still shielded as he rolls up the sheets of drugs and stuffs them down into the gas tank of the bike, flicking open the lighter. "Next time, I burn you."

    Humming 'born to be wild', he strikes the lighter, waits for the flame to form properly, and then holds it to the sheet of drugs until the fire is well established. At which point, he starts to walk away, flicking the lighter shut and pocketing it. "I like smoke and lightning.... heavy metal thunder..."

    As behind him, the bike starts to burn...